RPG Anime Stereotype High School [PG-VSL]

[Solo Tremaine]

Saturday 5th September, 11:01am

[color=#503f86]A tall, bulky man stepped up to the podium, staring through his tinted glasses a stare that would cause millions to cower in fear. But since nobody could actually see his eyes, the crowd in front of him remained unafraid, continuing to sit in anticipation of their address. Some were chatting amongst themselves, others were battling it out inside 600-feet tall robots.

The man straightened his short black hair and pulled his black jacket further over his shoulders. He raised a gloved hand up to his mouth and coughed politely into the microphone- a mere six thousand decibels of noise swept over the gathering of students, sending many of the younger, lighter ones flying over the horizon. Satisfied that he had their attention (if not their hearing), the Principal of the Tokyo Academy for Unusual Students began his speech.

?Welcome all to the Tokyo Academy. Some of you have been here before, some of you haven?t. As always, I trust we shall make this year as? productive a year as we have always done. As you know, this is a very special school, where we can teach you without worrying too much about loss of life, and we may harvest your abilities??

He paused as the students raised suspicious eyebrows in unison. Straightening his hair, he cleared his throat again, hoping nobody noticed the wisps of crimson vapour escaping from his lips.

?Excuse me, [i]nurture[/i] your abilities so that you may live normal, productive lives. For those of you that have just joined us this year, the senior students will show you around the site. Thank you.?

With that, the principal disappeared, once again straightening his short black hair.[/color]
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[color=#503f86]The students applauded nervously as a second speaker strode up to the microphone. He looked like a science teacher, but the oversized Y-fronts he was wearing over the top of his jeans didn't do his credability any favours, especially when his lab coat was tucked firmly inside them. Three pairs of glasses hung about his head, and his half-shaven eyebrows jiggled erratically. He let off a brief, dazling smile and laid his hands on the microphone with a vice-like grip.[/color]
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[color=#503f86]"Hello, everyone!" he said, in a distinctly female voice. "Please excuse me and my husband- we're experiencing some technical difficulties at the moment."[/color]
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[color=#503f86]About half of the audience laughed, others looked around with horrified expressions. [/color]
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[color=#503f86]"My name is Jean Kanagi, and I am proud to say I'm the Vice-Principal of this fine Academy. In body, I am also my husband, but you'll all get to meet him later and he'll be glad to fill you all in on why I... er, we look so strange. Please don't be alarmed though. Many unusual and glorious sights await you at the Tokyo Academy, and all of them must be taken with your head held high, chalking each one up to life's fantastic experience."[/color]
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[color=#503f86]Polite applause. The Vice-Principal continued while her left leg began performing a rudimentary tap dance.[/color]
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[color=#503f86]"Needless to say, we're pleased to be seeing so many new faces here, as well as the welcome return of all our older students. I'm sure many will be willing to lend a hand to those who have just arrived so that they can get their bearings."[/color]
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[color=#503f86]The majority of the older students looked around for the ones looking particularly nervous. Others cackled insanely.[/color]
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[color=#503f86]Mrs Kanagi continued: "Before I send you off to the Hall for your Welcome Party, there are some important administration announcements to attend to:[/color]
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[color=#503f86]Firstly- all yeargroups will be grouped together for their classes due to our unfortunate staff shortage. This is going to be rather hard on the teachers, so please try and co-operate as best you can."[/color]
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[color=#503f86]More insane cackling from students- some of the teachers hiding behind the podium looked nervously at each other.[/color]
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[color=#503f86]"Secondly, Student accommodation will be opened after midday today so that you can get yourself settled down. Please be sure to read the janitors' rulesheet before holding any wild parties, though."[/color]
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[color=#503f86]There was a wall of suitcases sitting behind the rows of seating, where everyone had dumped them before grudgingly sitting down to listen to the obligatory address.[/color]
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[color=#503f86]"Thirdly, your lesson timetables will be available from the school's main reception. You [i]must[/i] take a copy with you if you plan on actually taking lessons here."[/color]
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[color=#503f86]A wave of indifference meandered its way across the audience, not that this was really noticeable.[/color]
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[color=#503f86]"And finally, thank you all for coming. I shall leave you in the wonderful company of the Academy's Dance Troupe performing Megumi Utena's [i]'Let Me Be Yours... Or Else'[/i] [/color][color=#503f86]I'm sure we're in for a really great year!"[/color]
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[color=#503f86]Rapturous applause. The Vice-Principal hauled the podium from the stage, adjusting one pair of glasses while another fell to the floor and broke. Two rows of dancers cartwheeled on from either side of the stage and began singing in incredibly high-pitched voices, so dangerously so that by the time they'd finished, there were no windows left in the building behind them, and hardly any of the students could actually hear that they'd finished.[/color]
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[color=#503f86]The male students only noticed when the phenomenally short skirts started disappearing off-stage. After a brief round of applause, everyone followed the neon signposts pointing to the reception awaiting them in the Hall.[/color]

[Ezekiel]

[B]OOC *dances*[/B]

[B]Sunday 5th of September- 11:23am[/B]

[COLOR=SlateGray]A loud upheaval as everyone decided to leave the hall at the same time. Chairs grinded along the floor and a mixture of squeaks, snarls, clangs and voices were heard above the commotion, only adding to it.
A young man growled deep at the back of his throat as he was pushed and shoved while he tried to reach his magenta hold-all.
He flicked back his long blue ponytail and managed to get a short dwarf right in the eye.

The small creature shrieked and fell backwards, claiming that he had been brutally assaulted.
The boy sighed and shook his head,
"Another year...." with that he freed his bag from the mass and dragged it towards the crowded exit.

He looked up to see Mechs and Fairies taking up the blue sky, he shuddered as the memory of that damned catapult shot through his racing mind.

By some miracle the students managed to free themselves from the hall without any serious injuries.
As the blue haired boy almost reached the office he heard a shout behind him,
"Hey, Imric!"
He cringed as he recognised the voice, it was the deathly call of that strange cat-girl known as Aya Kunetsu.
Imric lived on the same floor as her in his living space and had one class with her. The girl was eternally annoying and somehow managed to blame a lot of the parties that she started on him.

"Hello there...Aya." Imric almost snarled through gritted teeth. He managed to force a smile onto his pale face as he turned around, his glasses flashing in the sunlight.
Aya grinned at him and waved, her bags were next to her and her mask was gripped firmly in her left hand,
"So how have you been?"
Imric ignored the question and continued to talk to the secretary and fight off younger children for his timetable.
"Hey, did you hear me?"
Ignored again. Aya smiled devilishly and creeped up behind her first victim of the year. She stood next to him and as he was about to turn around....
"HEY, IMRIC!?"
"CRAP!" Imric fell to the floor, almost blasted back by her high-pitched shout,
"What in the nine hells did you do that for you crazy..." at that moment he was slapped in the mouth by a piece of cardboard with the word 'censored' scrawled on it in green crayon.

A vein popped in his forehead and his deep green eye twitched, Aya giggled and poked his forehead, hoping to get an even more amusing reaction out of him, but before the poor boy could react he was grabbed around the neck and hauled up by one of the other students and dragged off much to his dismay.[/COLOR]

[B]OOC I hope that was okay for a first post and Arcadia, I do hope I interpreted your character properly, my apologies if I didn?t! *bows*[/B]

[Dagger]

[b]Sept. 5, 11:25[/b]

Soushi threaded his way through the crowd, grinning like a lunatic. A reception meant food--preferably food with shocking amounts of sugar and enough chocolate to kill a baby elephant. He dodged a crash-landing mecha and waved cheerfully at its pale, trembling occupant, whom he had never seen before in his life. Must be another of those Anonymous Freshmen.

It took a great deal of footwork to avoid stepping on follow students, much less jostling them in such a way that an innocent stumble might be interpreted as some kind of sexual overture. Given the number of aliens running about, even casual hand gestures ran the risk of severely offending and/or propositioning some purple-tentacled teenager. Soushi sighed; cultural differences were so difficult to overcome.

His maniacal smile grew, if possible, even wider as he spied one of his favorite people in the entire world (who, incidentally, could not stand being around him for longer than thirty seconds). "Jessica!" Soushi cried, darting over to her side.

The sophomore responded with a sour sort of stare. As usual, despite the fact that she looked as though she'd just chomped on a lemon, Jessica Hikari was stunningly pretty. It was her curse. "Hi, Soushi," she said reluctantly, side-stepping his enthusiastic attempts at glomping her from behind. "You know, I haven't seen a single freshman who thinks that you're a boy. Valentine's Day should be fun."

Calming down a bit, Soushi took her by the arm. Jessica cringed reflexively, but managed to avoid smacking him upside the head--over the course of their year-long acquaintence, she had gradually grown desensitized to the senior's extreme touchy-feeliness. At least she had managed to cure him of calling her "Jessica-chan."

"You seem surprisingly un-cynical," he commented, sounding worried.

Her scowl intensified, and enormous black thunderheads instantaneously gathered overhead. "I hate life," she said suddenly, glaring at a nearby Anonymous Freshman.

"That's the spirit!" Soushi exclaimed, clapping her merrily on the back. He spotted a table covered with cookies and various bizarrely shaped delicacies (some of which appeared to be... alive). "Now, if you'll excuse me, the complimentary food is calling."

[ColourDeaf]

[CENTER][B]Sunday September 5th 11:25am[/B]

[COLOR=Indigo]A shadow stood above the school, the wind whipping around him in forceful carresses. The figure drew a breath, the smell of new students, unmolded minds filling his senses. The figure was balanced on the very top of the school's clocktower, one foot planted ever so lightly on the top of the steeple. It was holding an object, possibly a staff, resting against its shoulder, and it's face was hidden by the wide brimmed hat it wore.

Dark eyes peered out across the school

It's students

His realm.

The figure let the breath out, the air being caught up in a whipping zephyr and torn away. Soon the students would mov into their rooms, a new year would begin, and they would learn. The shadowy figure laughed, his shoulders barely moving with the whispery sound.

They would learn indeed.

They would learn this was his realm, from time before memory this was his home, his domain. They would learn that he was the true ruler of every shadow of every crevice in this place. They shall learn that he is wiser than any of the fools they called teachers.

And they would learn his name.

The figure disappeared behind a screen of dust, leaving behind only the whisper of an echo of a name.

Yuan-i'teur.[/CENTER][/COLOR]

((OOC: Suitably mysterious, methinks))

[DeathBug]

[color=indigo][font=comic sans ms][b]09/05, 11:25[/b]

Kiyoshi Hirokazu grunted to himself as he tried to dislodge his suitcase from under a pile of twenty or so other suitcases. He braced himself with his foot and yanked the strap....Yank again...

The large stack of luggage began to topple as Kiyo finally freed his bag. His eyes bugged out as the huge pile of Impending Doom began to fall towards him. "Ah!"

He swiftly moved outside of the damage radius, watching as some poor unsuspecting sap was buried under a huge pile of suitcases. Kiyoshi looked around, then began to casually whistle and walk away.

Seeing the huge crowd in the hallways, Kiyoshi elected to get through the crowd in as quick and efficient manner as possible: by swinging his suitcase over his head and yelling incoherantly, causing his classmates to give him a wide berth.

Outside, Kiyoshi smiled and took in the atmosphere; although he was a junior, this was his first year at this particular school. Ever sincet he lizard invasion that destroyed his old school, Kiyo had been searching for a school that really made him feel at ease; maybe he'd found it?

Either way, he wanted to get to his flat; the sooner he got everything set up, the sooner he could dance naked to the Spice Girls.

As he turned to move towards the student lodgings...he saw it. Thirty meters away...a single pigeon, sitting on a bench.

"They're invading..." he whispered to himself. "Well, you just made a huge mistake, by coming onto my turf..."

He dropped his bag and unzipped it, removing a comically large bazooka. "Eat hot flaming death, germ-infested sky rat!" he yelled, cackling wlildly as he fired a shell towards the bird. It never had a chance.

After a small mushroom cloud passed, nothing but a crater and what looked like a tiny roasted chicken remained. "Sweet!"

Kiyo repacked his ordinance, and headed back towards the lodgings.

This was turning out to be a nice day after all.[/color][/font]

[Doukeshi]

[b]September 5th, 11.26am:[/b]

Oberon sighed heavily as he meandered through the chaotic mass of students thronging about the main hall. Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his grey jeans cast cursive glances about his person, registering those students he knew..and the ones he had yet to avoid. Making eye contact with a chibi-looking boy waving a sword, Oberon scowled at his antics and walked in the opposite direction. Stalking away Oberon heard several horrified gasps and general groans as the chibi-swordsman collapsed, twitching unconciously as all life left his body.

The older students all knew to avoid Oberon Ekiragi, the mysterious and sullen Junior whom very few called friend. All who got to know this young man, and seemingly even those who were in his near area, met sudden and unfortunate ends. The crowd parted like the red sea before him as he made his way to the buffet table, clouds of dust and jumbled stars raising from the confusion as students fought to get away from him. Oberon was used to such actions and even managed to ignore the frightened shouts when several mechas, caught in the air, tumbled to the ground with a deafening roar and terrible crash of crumpling metal.

Such as it was Oberon took a paper plate and began filling it with sausage rolls and strange looking tarts noone could quite figure out. Blinking his thanks to one of the teachers, who promptly collapsed, only to raise their head again from the edge of the table when it became apparent that they were indeed...not dead.

[Arcadia]

[size=1][b]Sept. 5, 11:28 AM[/b]

Aya Kunetsu waved cheerfully at Imric as he was dragged off by a rather fearsome-looking student, knowing quite well that the murderous look in the blue-lensed boy's eyes was most definitely meant for her. Turning abruptly as he disappeared from sight, she gave a loud, satisfied sigh and said to no one in particular, "This is going to be a really great year."

She wandered back to her bags and slung them over her shoulder before starting towards the reception in the Hall. The introductory speech had been long and, having heard it numerous times already, Aya had grown incredibly bored in a very short span of time. Luckily she'd managed to entertain herself with some young, fresh meat-- er, nice looking Freshmen boys that were sitting close to her.

She was sure that counseling could work out any problems or phobias she might have [i]indirectly[/i] caused.

Whistling cheerfully, she skipped into the Hall and proceeded to fling her bags into some unsuspecting passerbys as she began loading her plate with some unnecessary candies and curiously decorative cakes, sending said passerbys crashing into a nearby janitor's closet. The sound of mayhem and destruction that followed turned a few heads, but Aya was already around to the next table, well away from the chaos.

The incident did spark something from her memory, however. She had yet to see one Janitor Takahashi, and that was very unfortunate. Though he seemed to loathe her with a passion only equalled by his love for school policy, Aya was quite fond of him. Or at least, fond of teasing him. "So many wonderful memories," she sniffed, brushing away a lone tear that didn't actually exist.

One of the students who'd been knocked into the spare closet was now wobbling out, cross-eyed and looking for all the world like he'd been run over by a mob of angry dust bunnies. He eventually collapsed, twitching, to which Aya only tsked at. As she stepped over him to take a seat at yonder table, she shook her head and admonished, "Really, this is no way to behave on your first day of school."

The boy glanced up at her retreating form, only to see her strange, cat-like mask grinning back at him from its place around her neck. He promptly fainted.[/size]

[Solo Tremaine]

[SIZE=1]A note about times: Posts don't have to be one minute after another- we'll be here forever, otherwise ^_^;[/SIZE]

[b]September 5th, 11.34am[/b]

[color=#503f86]"What do you mean I can't get in?" A gruff voice yelped.

"Sorry, word from Admin is I can't open it up until Midday. You should know that by now."

The heavily-laden Sabre Arihyoshi dropped one of the many cardboard boxes he had been carrying and sighed in exasperation.

[i]"Please?"[/i] he whined, giving Janitor Takahashi his nicest smile.

Considering his 'nicest smile' was a mouthful of gleaming canines, Sabre wasn't entirely surprised that it failed to win the custodian over. He gave a dismissive shake of his finger and pointed back in the direction of the school.

Sabre gave a derisive snort and gripped his cardboard boxes tightly. They had incredibly important things inside them. He didn't want all those grotty Freshmen peering inside.

"Come on, sir- you've known me for seven years. Can't you do me this one favour?"

Janitor Takahashi looked the six-foot tall wolf up and down, considering every memory he'd ever had with the young werewolf. He tapped his foot in thought, and then made his decision.

"No."

Sabre's expression darkened. "Alright..."

As he turned to leave, he noticed something moving in one of the second floor flats.

"Hey, you let that guy inside!" he protested, desperately clinging on to the seven boxes tied to his back.

"Special case." Takahashi whistled.

[i]"What?!"[/i]

Takahashi kept a stern expression firmly glued to his face, bringing out from his pocket the [i]Third Volume of the School Regulations Manual, complete with Physical Extraction Procedures 1-47[/i]. Opening it at exactly the right page, he cleared his throat and began reading in an incredibly authoritarian voice:

"Persons harbouring dangerous chemicals and/or explosive materials shall be escorted to their place of destination and guarded until danger has passed or chemicals have been disposed of." He sniffed, shut the book and flung it into his upper jacket pocket, the zip closing by itself as it slipped inside.

"Special case. I can't let you in..."

Sabre slowly turned round, wearing an expression like thunder, and made his way back towards the welcome reception in the Hall.

"...unless you were to tell me what it was that you wanted to put away so much, that is."

Sabre turned a shade of bright red. He turned back to face the Janitor, who looked at him expectantly.

"Oh, there's no need for that!" Sabre burbled, almost dropping three of the boxes whilst trying to hide his embarrassed grin. "I'll be back at 12. Bye sir!"

Janitor Takahasi found it amusing how fast some students could move when they wanted to.[/color]

[Dagger]

[B]Sept. 5, 11:45[/B]

Humming innocently, the very picture of good cheer, Soushi sashayed up to Takahashi and planted his luggage at the aggravated janitor's feet. This feat was considerably more difficult than the long-haired senior made it appear, as Takahashi was currently defending Kyoto House against a mob of unwashed freshmen. Soushi sidled around the clutching hands of one particularly strong-smelling specimen before tugging at the janitor's sleeve.

"And how are you doing today, Takahashi-san?" he asked sweetly, fending off a gaggle of rainbow-costumed magical girls.

"Shoo, you brown-noser," Takahashi growled, unmoved. "I have a horrible migraine, thank you very much."

Clinging to a nearby female android for balance, the senior rose to his tip-toes and leaned over to whisper in the janitor's ear. "It's only fifteen more minutes. Don't be [I]mean[/I]." Soushi drew back, drooping, and gave Takahashi a glimpse of the most lethally miserable look in his entire arsenal of plaintive puppy-dog eyes.

Janitor Takahashi, eternally stoic, unswayed by the tearful pleas of countless adorable young students, almost cringed. He sternly suppressed a sympathetic shudder and pointed at his watch. "Have you ever known me to change my mind?"

The senior glanced skyward, frowning thoughtfully. "But just last year, you let me in an hour early."

"Because you were climbing up the goddamn fire escape, that's why!"

Soushi's lip began to quiver. Takahashi stared doggedly at a pair of squabbling mecha pilots, each of whom seemed determined to out-angst the other. After a moment the senior straightened, resumed his gentle humming, and reached inside one of his bags.

"What are you doing?" Takahashi asked cautiously. Soushi never gave up that easily.

The boy looked up and flicked his hair over his shoulder before giving the janitor a disturbingly clever grin. Normally fluffy and playful and rather prone to dithering, Soushi rarely showed others why he had never taken more than thirty minutes to finish an exam. "Oh," he said airily, "As long as I'm here I thought I'd practice some drills. For kendo, you understand. I bought a new set of practice swords over the holidays--Oof!"

He made that last exclamation as Janitor Takahashi shoved him hurriedly inside. Immediately afterward, the man whirled around and shot him a furious glare, almost too angry for words. "You little--"

Soushi threw his arms around Takahashi's neck, beaming. "I knew I could count on you, Takahashi-san. Thanks!" And by the time the janitor realized what had happened, Soushi was sauntering up the stairs, his waist-length hair swishing happily behind him.

[Ryoko T.D.C.]

[B]Sept. 5, 11:50 am[/B]

[color=blue]A weird looking Junior walked through all the different looking fresmen. A cocky smile spred across her face.

"New blood....How I love the smell of scared freshmen in the morning." Suzuki said dropping her bags on the ground.

Suzuki just kept walking on, leaving her stuff the there. All the kids stared at her. She just smiled and walked on.

"Hm, wheres the food?" She looked around with a puzzled look on her face.

She looked around, but all she saw was people, animals, people-animals, mechs, chibi-thingies....but not food. She sighed as she grabbed her stomach. Suddenly, she saw it. FOOD! It was a few yards away. Suzuki started running towards it. Her thick wooden sandels clacked against the ground as she was just a few feet away when all of a sudden, a huge freshmen mech stomped right in front of her. She slid to a hault, but it didn't work. Her face slamed into the cold steel.

Suzuki feel to ground with a hard bang. Her face plastered with a cherry red color. The freshmen started to laugh as Suzuki slowly rose from the ground rubbing her face and her bottom. The freshmen just kept laughing at her. Suzuki's anger hit a boiling point as she took ahold of his steel foot and lifted him above her head. He stopped laughing and was now sweating.

"I-I-I'm sorry! Please! I'm new here!" He begged.

"Heh, I don't give a crap if your new or not. You cut me off and pushed me to the ground. You now, must DIE....!" Suzuki replied throwing him 2 miles back towards the other students,"wow! I feel much better now!" she smiled like nothing happened and walked on.

She stepped up to the table and loaded her plate with all sorts of food. Everyone was still staring at her as she stuffed her face. When she was done, she put her hand in her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. She grinned and unfolded the paper.

"Lets see who I'll be bunking with shall we," Suzuki said to herself as she skimed the paper,"....Oberon Ekiragi....Ooooohhhhh, sounds interesting." she smiled widely.[/color]

[Shinmaru]

OOC: Haha, thanks for introducing my character, Dagger :) Also, if it's okay with you, Solo, I'm going to be including an ending time, as well...it won't really affect posts by any other person, I just like to know what schedule my character is working on lol.

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[b]September 5th - 11:55 AM[/b]

Jessica continued scowling to herself as she watched the students move to and fro, some still bumbling around what little food was left along the tables, others gathering near one of the many exits around the room, jostling with each other in order to gain access to the front of the group. It seemed that everyone wanted to get to their designated living areas as quickly as possible. The fools.

Jessica thrust her hands into her pockets, grimacing all the while, and she began a slow march towards one of the few exits that was relatively unoccupied. When she reached the small group of students gathered near the far exit of the building, she began a surly expedition out of the building. One student was shoved by a black-fingernailed hand, whilst another was booted in the ass by a shiny, black boot. Since her steel-toed boots had been outlawed by school decree late last year, the oblivious Freshman Jessica had kicked had not sustained that much damage.

However, as small as any physical injuries he incurred might have been, one could not underestimate the far-reaching effects getting kicked in the ass by a girl could unleash upon a person's social status.

In other words, this boy would be made fun of. A lot. And he would cry like a baby.

Jessica eventually plunged her way out of the crowd and into the barren pathway. Through some school-related miracle, Takahashi had managed to keep most of the kids out of the area, and inside of the reception hall. Jessica began sneaking towards the flats, a slight grin spread across her face. Rebellion, even in slight doses, was always fun.

However, after a few steps, a thought came into Jessica's mind.

"Why isn't Takahashi coming after me?" Jessica wondered aloud. "Rebellion isn't as fun when you can get away with it really easily." She stepped forward again, and stopped just as quickly, realizing her idiotic mistake, and slapping her hand harshly against her forehead. "Damn it, I don't [i]have[/i] a flat here, and Takahashi knows it!"

Dejected, and embarrassed at her stupidity, Jessica trudged glumly back towards the reception hall. Inside, a group of kids were chatting near one of the many tables. One of the doors leading to the reception hall opened, flooding the room with white light. A graceful, shadowy figure walked through the light, swinging her hair seductively behind her as she entered the room. The jaws of just about every adolescent male in the room dropped towards the ground, as this beautiful specimen of female paraded through the room, her hips swaying back and forth alluringly. The young woman turned to face all the boys in the room and winked gaily at them. Her eyes sparkled with beauty, and glitter emanated from her very being, driving home that point. Every boy licked their chops as she walked by.

Then, the door opened again and Jessica walked back into the room. Though very beautiful in her own right, she was only pursued by a scant few people in the school. She was immediately ignored.

"Oh, how poorly fate treats me!" Jessica yelled, her face pointing skyward and her right arm thrust out dramatically in front of her. A lone spotlight shone from the roof onto Jessica. "To be at once idolized by the lowliest of men, yet shunned by the same people! How cruel is the fate of a woman, when she is forced to live up to the impossibly high standards of a male dominated society? How much can one woman take? How much?!" With that, Jessica bowed onto one knee, holding her face in her hands and sobbing quietly. However, when Jessica looked back up, everyone was gone. She looked at her watch...12:05 PM. The students were now likely checking out their living areas.

"Little bastards never listen when I make a big speech!" Jessica growled to herself, running outside.

[b]September 5th - 12:05 PM[/b]

EDIT: Note, the first girl who walked into the reception hall is just some random girl I made up, not really one of the other ASHS students.

[Doukeshi]

[b]September 5th - 12:15 PM[/b]

Oberon dumped his two bags unceremoniously in the corner of the sparsley decorated dorm room, stepping back to survey the blank walls and plain furniture that greeted his return to education. Exhaling a whispered sigh, Oberon delved into one of his cases, promptly and efficiantly unpacking the scant few items he had deemed necessary for his survival here at the school. Two school uniforms and several black, standard issue trousers, shirt and jacket combos later, Oberon had sucessfully stored his clothes within the wardrobe, underwear and the like, occupying the small drawer within his bedside table.

The second bag he didn't open. Checking the small padlock safely securing the zipper on the inconspicuous hold-all, Oberon merely deigned to stow the bag beneath his bed. Oberon's last item was removed from the original bag. Again, inconspicuous and black in colour, this item Oberon set upon the small work desk within the dorm room, plugging it into a handy wall-socked at the end of the bench. Flipping it open it revealed a neat LCD screen and glowing keys, what appeared to be a state of the art laptop. Flicking on the power switch long enough to check everything was in working condition Oberon nodding his satisfaction and retreated to one of thesoft seats that dwelt within the room.

Sitting perfectly still Oberon dozed lightly. His eyes, however, were constantly locked on the door, the entrance to the room. Here he waited patiently for the intruder, or room mate as they stooped to calling them, who was sure to come.

[Hevn]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1][B][COLOR=Purple]September 5th - 1:00 PM[/COLOR]

Professor Ken slowly peeked in the reception hall which was now quiet and deserted. He had been staying in the faculty lounge all morning since he partly knows well how first days of school in Tokyo Academy are much like hell.

His first day at this place was a baffling and not very famous story though. He remembered squezing his way out of all kinds of moving specie that bumped with each other. There wasn?t even an inch of free space to breathe in. He flipped and almost went mentally crazy as he as he struggled to get out of that raucous and god-knows-how-filthy room. That was all that's left in his memory. How he managed to get out of the place is a complete mystery to him. The next thing he remembered was being in the bathroom and cleansing himself the whole day after surviving a 10-minute war with dirt, bacteria and chaos itself.

Rumor has it though that after he flipped, he stood quiet, totally unaware of what was happening around him. The tight crowd controlled and moved his body around the room for several minutes until the flow led him out. His consciousness came back by then and he panicked and shouted as he saw himself covered with all the germs the world could imagine. Steam went out his body rapidly pushing the crowd away from him and leaving a wide circle of space for him. A bold female freshman who looked like 10 approached him.

[I][COLOR=SeaGreen]"Can I help you sir?" The student asked with complete innocence and concern with watery eyes. Ken shot a glance at her with a sudden "Huh?" He thought for a while and scratched his head. "Hmmm... well...that is... erm..."[/COLOR][/I]

By looking at how cluttered the reception hall was after students swarmed it on the first days of school apparently warned him of what he should expect for the rest of the year, and thus be well prepared for it.

Just as expected. It?s the very picture of pandemonium. Unfortunately, things go from worse to worst, to the highest level, this year. He turned away with disgust written on his face.

"Out for a little observation of students are we?" His eyes bulged as he found his face inches apart from Principal Gondo Okari's.

"Wha...!" He quickly poised himself in a defensive, scared, and grossed-out stance.

"Uh...Not really, sir. I...uh... was just headed home. So...uh... if you'll excuse me." He scurried out of the halls before the walking virus coughs and spread his untamed microbes all over the place.

And so it was that another long year for Professor Ken Wu-Fan in Tokyo Academy has started...[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Ryoko T.D.C.]

[B]September 5, 1:13 a.m.[/B]

[color=blue]Suzuki got up from the table and went to go find her bags. To her surprise, they were still where she left them.

"I guess no one wanted my things that badly." Suzuki laughed at herself as she scooped them up and walked towards the dorms.

Kids were still on the grounds of the school mingling with each other as Suzuki walked through the dorm doors. As she stood in the "lobby", she took out the paper again and read it to herself.

"Lets see what floor I'm on....What!? It's on the 2nd floor!? Ah man....I wanted the very top. Oh well." Suzuki shrugged as she started up the flights of stairs.

Her wooden sandels clacked against the steps as she dragged her stuff up the stairs. When she reached the 2nd floor, she looked down at the paper again.

"Ok, I go straight down, take a left, then straight again, then right. Its the 3 door on the left." She said as she walked down the hallway.

As she got to her room, she missed the door and hit the wall. She fell to the floor with a loud thud. Slowly she raised and rubbed her face and bottom again as she kicked the door open. As she did that, she saw a boy her age sitting on the bed to the left of her. Suzuki grinned widely and walked over to the other side of the room and dropped her bags on the the bed. The boy watched her every move as she walked back over to the door to close it. She turned and smiled at him.

"Hunny I'm home!" She called to him.[/color]

[Ben]

September 5th-1:00PM

[I]Bringing optical sensors online...[/I]

Yabku28 opened his eyes. It had been a long summer, and he had enjoyed his brief hibernation. The school was practically empty during the summer, and so Yabaku28 had hidden himself somewhere out of sight to wait for the new school year. His final school year, in fact. After these last four terms of school, he would finally be free of the place and get the information he sought!

The sound of rushing water brought him to his senses.

Just where was he? He had forgotten where it was he had hidden himself to sleep. He unplugged his charger plug from the wall's outlet. Yabaku28 probably cost the school hundreds or thousands of dollars in electricity for all the power he constantly used to keep himself running. An image of the Principal raging in his office over the latest electric bill flashed through his mind. The thought would have made him smile, if he were physically able to. Instead, the lower panel of his face sort of shrugged itself slightly under his chin, and a LED display made a small arc. It was the best he could do at that point. Satisfied that he had overcome a communications boundary, Yabaku28 searched for a door.

His large hand found a doorknob, but it wouldn't turn. Locked, or jammed, or something. Yabaku28 kicked it down, with the uncaring attitude of both a robot and a Senior. He took a step out the door and noticed something jingling around his midsection. Glancing down, he noticed a small quarter receptacle had been affixed to the front of him, and a larger dispensation machine beside that. But it didn't look like the vending supplies Janitor Takahashi had tried to force on him before. What was going on?

Somebody screamed. "AAAAAHHHHH! THE TAMPON MACHINE IS ALIVE! RUN! RUN! RUUUUUNNNNNN!!!!!!!!"

Yabaku28 turned in time to see several girls running desperately out of a door at the other end of the bathroom, and several more stumbled out of hastily unlocked stalls to run after the others. Yabaku28 didn't move any further, but immediately detached the tampon dispenser and the quarter machine. Fainter screams could be heard from outside in the hallway as well.

[I]"What the-? He's got a camera!"[/I] there was the sound of several dozen pairs of feet running away and an assortment of doors slamming.

Yabaku28 decided that his best course of action would be to leave the girl's bathroom and resume his regular haunt down by the vending machines. There was always an extra outlet there, and the humming of the other machines put Yabaku28 at ease. He determinedly strode out of the bathroom, and heard a small "click". Looking down from the top of his seven-foot frame, Yabaku28 spotted Master Ooguchi lying on the floor, with a camera angled upward at the entrance of the bathroom.

"Oh, it's just you, Yabaku." he said, coming to his feet. "Thanks for your...uh...help in...uh...testing the fitness of the females in our school." he grinned, and shifted the camera until it was behind his back.

Yabaku28 shook his head and marched down the hall towards the vending machines. He'd never understand humans.

[Wondershot]

[color=purple][i]...
checking memory...
...
please input pilot name/password...
...
system booting.[/i]

"So...just what kind of mech is it?"

The two freshmen took a look at the massive purple unit sitting in the middle of the massive track field, it appeared inactive, and the two youths, also taking mech piloting courses, took a quizzical look at the mech, as it had an unusual feature: four legs instead of two.

[i]...last report...
deactivated at 04/08/04/0248
reactivation time 05/08/04/1347[/i]

"Whatever, who cares just what it is?" The older student replied, pulling out a can of spray paint from a plastic bag he had been carrying.

"Hey man, whoever owns this thing is gonna get mad, and, well, I mean..."
"You're not getting chicken on me, are you? Just help me get this thing tagged, and we'll be outta here long before anyone even knows we were gone."

[i]...weapons...online
radar...online
FCS tracking...online
...all functions...go[/i]

"Besides, it's not even that big, who'se gonna hurt us in our mechs, huh?" The older youth turned back to his friend, who seemed to be at a loss for words, mouth agape.
"Quit acting like you've seen a ghost, and we'll be outta here in no time." The youth turned around, and the mech that didn't seem so large, seemed to appear to have grown a lot larger, now that the freshman with the spray paint was facing down four five-foot barrels of left-handed shotgun.

"Maybe hurting you inside your mech is a chore, but outside, is a different story." Uroboros replied smugly, aiming the shotgun at the tagger, his bazooka aimed at his poor partner.
"Now, I suggest you get back to the reception hall, or would you prefer that I launch you there myself?" To press the point, Uroboros activated the grenade launcher, and both youths found themself facing a fiften-foot diameter barrel, and they immediately took the hint and decided to beat a hasty retreat. Uroboros, however, was not quite done yet, as he aimed a missile at an especially large mud puddle from the last month's rainstorm. The resulting explposion showered the two retreating youths in thick brown muck, and Uroboros looked over as they continued their retreat.

"Stupid kids, waking me up so early in the.." Uroboros trailed off as Paradoxics displayed the current activation time:

05/08/04/[b]1347[/b]

"...whoops, I guess I'd better hurry up, myself." Uroboros said, almost laughing aloud as he hit Overboost function, blasting off at speeds of over 600 MPH towards the school grounds, and the reception hall. Several students were almost thrown backwards by the enormous pressure blast generated by Paradoxics' entrance, others just glanced casually at the door, as though this was nothing unusual, which to them, wasn't. Uroboros' voice exited the mech.

"...1347...sorry I'm late, all."

Several of the students applauded their mech piloting teacher's stunning arrival, while others concentrated more on regaining their balance and trying to figure out what in the world had just happened. Uroboros looked around at the group, and immedately recognized those who would be taking his class in the future, since he had looked up their files earlier.

"two...four...six...ten...twelve. Twelve newbies." Uroboros counted, an almost creepy smile cracking on the mech pilot's face.

"I wonder how many of them'll break before the end of the year..."[/color]

[DeathBug]

[color=indigo][font=comic sans ms][size=1]09/05 13:15

Kiyoshi watched the girl enter the room across the hall with a mixture of apathy and interest.

"Hunny, I'm home!" She declared.

"Yay!" he said,standing in the open door frame. "If I knew you was comin', I'd a' baked you a cake!" He fell to the floor, then rolled over, standing again in front of her.

"Howdy howdy howdy, I'm Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi Hirokazu. Yep, that's me. I guess we're sharing this floor, eh? Eh? Nice sandles."

His new friend (?) seemed a bit taken aback by his introduction, but Kiyoshi continued. "Well, this is our floor, and that's my room, because that's where I put my stuff. If you want it for yourself, we have to fight for it, or you have to move my stuff. What classes are you in? What room are you in? We should throw a party. Do you wanna' help host a party? I like parties; can it be a costume party? Okay? Okay! We can use your room too, righty? Righty right right?"

He turned quickly, pulling a pad of paper and a pen from his pocket. "I'll make a list of people not to invite, and you can rent a clown. Or a seal. Wait a sec, wait a sec, okay, here's who we can't invite."

He turned the pad to her. All he'd wrote was: PIGEONS. He didn't stop talking, of course. "You think anyone'll come? What costume will you wear? I wanna' be a cowboy, or David Letterman, or a mongoose. One time, I saw a mongoose in a zoo, and..."

He stopped suddenly. He was missing...something...oh, yeah.

"Hey, what's your name? I need to put it on the invitations. Kiyoshi's and What's-her-name's Big Honkin' Party, right? Should I put your real name in place of What's-her-name? You'll have to tell it to me."

He looked at the cieling, then looked back. "Sorry, I get hyper when I meet new people, and when I try to organize events, and when I have too much sugar. Don't mind me."

OOC: Edit. ^^;[/color][/size][/font]

[terra]

[i]September 5, 12:13pm[/i]

[color=gray]Mima had been standing in the Vice-Principal's office for almost forty-five minutes. Though she had the tolerance of an angel (one of those tolerant angels, that is, not one of those impatient ones that rebelled against their god because they didn't get what they wanted), she was getting just slightly impatient. As it turned out, sometimes going completely unnoticed was [b]not[/b] a benefit.

She had, however, been able to slip straight into the office to stand right by the desk of the Vice-Principal, easily bypassing the harried secretary who surely would have put her in a corner to wait and then promptly forgotten all about her. Now she was just waiting for either Mrs. or Mr. Kanagi to finally see her.

After another ten minutes, Mima decided it was time to take action. She raised her hand to her face and politely coughed.

Mr./s Kanagi looked up and jumped back in his chair. Unfortunately the chair was of the swivelling type, and the sudden movement caused the chair to spin violently until Kanagi grabbed the desk and was able to stop.

"Oh! Hello," Mrs. Kanagi's voice came out, sounding a bit uncertain. "May I help you?"

Wordlessly, Mima handed her the timesheet she had already picked up from the school's reception, listing her classes.

"Uh, yes, ... um, Mima," Mrs. Kanagi said, looking at the girl up and down and clearly wondering why she had never seen or heard of this junior before. Maybe she was one of those few well-behaving children that they were rumored to have at this school ... "Is there something wrong with your schedule?"

Mima nodded. "In order to grow, you must always place before yourself a challenge." Her voice floated through the room like an aroma on the air.

It did not impress Mrs. Kanagi, however, who furrowed his eyebrows in an attempt to interpret just what the hell that might mean. "Uh ... you'd like more of a challenge?" she guessed. Mima nodded again. "Oh! Are you interested in enrolling in more classes?"

A ghost of a smile crossed Mima's face, and she nodded.

"Why wouldn't you just come out and [i]say[/i] that then ..." a deeper voice coming from the schizophrenic vice principal muttered, but Mrs. Kanagi quickly regained control. Raising her voice again, she addressed the student, "What classes would you like to take?"

She realized that, somehow, Mima had crossed the room and was now staring out the window. A breeze from the window -- which Mrs. Kanagi could've sworn was closed a moment ago -- ruffled Mima's hair and dress in the most picturesque manner, and Mima's voice sounded plaintive and wise as she said, "Understanding comes only through much study, and both the poles of evil and good must be understood in order to achieve order in one's soul."

Mrs. Kanagi was involuntarily and impatiently tapping her desk with one hand, while her other hand was covering it, trying desperately to achieve some image of patience. "Maybe you should see, uh, the principal about this, he might be able to address your issue a little more directly," she suggested in despair.

And then she got the only straight answer from Mima that day, as the girl turned to her and, with surprising fire burning in her eyes, said directly, "No."

Again a little taken aback -- sometimes Mr. Kanagi really wished his wife worked at a normal school -- Mrs. Kanagi glanced over Mima's class schedule again, then at the possible classes, and tried to remember what unnecessarily complex sentence the girl had just said. "Evil? Good? ... [i]Oh![/i] Would you like to take Hero and Villain Ethics?"

That rare smile came from Mima again, and she nodded.

"Well, your grades look quite acceptable," Mrs. Kanagi said hurriedly, eager to get her out of the office, "and the classes are definitely fine for someone in your year level." She scribbled a few notes on Mima's schedule and handed it back to you. "There you go, dear ..."

"Now get out of here," a much more manly voice said, just before a hand clapped over Mr. Kanagi's mouth.

Mima only raised an eyebrow before she disappeared, her mission accomplished. Time to move into her room.[/color]

[Zidargh]

[b]September 5th, 13:29[/b]


Slurping down the last strands of his hot noodle soup, Rei tried to make the taste last as long as possible. If it were something that would always brighten his day, it would be a nice portion of food.

After placing the wooden bowl down with a clatter as the chop sticks ricocheted off of the circular sides, Rei wiped the corners of his mouth with his paw-like hands. "Excellent. My seventh serving has been finished." Rei pointed out in the hope that anyone was listening. To his dismay however, there was only the muffled chatter of intimidated newbies who did not know whether or not to search for their accomodation.

Rei only had to bring a small rucksack with him to carry his personal belongings as he had already lived off-campus for a long while. Picking the black bag up by the shoulder straps, Rei unstrapped the clip and delved into the black hole with his paws. After about 5 minutes of censored curses and rummaging, the feline man pulled out a small, green plushie of a Cactuar. Pressing the furry exterior to hear the muffled contact of the beads, Rei grinned and rubbed it to his cheek, "Well, Mr.Spiklings, looks like it's just you and me for now."

There was no reply in words but just the intense stare of the long black eyes embedded into the plushies' cactus body. Though somehow, Rei had picked this up as a sarcastic comment from the 'little bugger' as Rei liked to call the plushie whenever he got annoyed. "What do you mean, 'Looks like Rei's being as sociable as ever'?" Just the intense stare to follow again. "Yeah... exactly."

The awkward silence that pursued was broken however by some pink-dressed fairy that eminated rainbow stars. She hovered just under the plushie so as Rei could not spot her. Her eyes massively large with huge light sources and random sparkles appearing every now and again. "So cute!" The fairy screamed as she prodded it with her gleaming wand.

"What the--!" Rei fell aback in shock, dropping the plushie to the floor.

"Gah!" The fairy gasped as she flew downwards with the intent of catching the cactuar. "Aww, that's mean."

Rei did not answer, but instead scowled and flicked the hat on the fairy's green locks of hair that caused her to zoom off into the horizon, spinning over and over again. After a while her screams faded off and a massive twinkle lit up the room.

Pulling out a white piece of paper from his roughly-cut off short/pants, Rei examined the timetable and grumbled after realising he had nothing to do until everyone had settled into their rooms. With a sharp jump to his feet, Rei pulled out his two blades that rested by his waist and began to settle into a battle posture. "Oi, Mr. Spiklings. It's time to d-d-d-d-d-d-DUEL!"

And so the duo began to spar. The cat-man; Tail flicking ferociously with every lunge; and Mr. Spiklings; laying crumpled, face down on the floor, wedged under plate of dumplings.

After getting to know Rei, this would seem normal. But you'd notice the problem that occurs everytime... Somehow Rei lost every single, damned time!

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[b]POINT:[/b] Fairy is NPC! NPC I tell thee...

[Doukeshi]

[b]September 5th, 2:00 PM[/b]

Oberon sat, unmoving, in the chair facing the door, his arms crossed over his chest loosley. To any who were to see him, the boy would look as though he were staring into nothingness, though in actual fact, he was dozing. Eyes open and staring, Oberon shifted slightly in his sleep. Awakening slowly, he blinked in an owlish fashion, turning his head to look about the room. Nothing had changed in the short amount of time that he had been asleep, all was as he had left it.

Raising a quizzical eyebrow, Oberon stood from his seated position and scratched the back of his head in curiosity. He was sure that he was to be sharing with a roommate this year, he had checked the roster himself. Maybe the student had become lost, or simply chose to remain within the hall for now. Surely they would want to get rid of their luggage? Oberon blinked and shrugged, his curiosity replaced by silent nonchalance. Replacing his rumpled clothes with a fresh uniform of black, black and a little bit of white, Oberon stepped forth from his room and made his way back out onto the campus. Maybe he could get rid of a few pesky freshmen in the meantime.
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OOC: Btw DeathBug, I think Ryoko's character is sharing with mine.

[DeathBug]

[color=indigo][size=1][font=comic sans ms]OOC: ^^;; Okay, okay, I misread the floor-plan. No one else has to tell me; I've edited the post. It's oooo-kay....[/color][/size][/font]

[Ryoko T.D.C.]

[b]Sept. 5, 2:04 pm[/b]

[color=blue]Suzuki laughed as she hugged her new found friend.

"My names Suzuki, Suzuki Malizuma! Geez, you are just the cutest thing I've seen so far!" Suzuki said still hugging the boy.

The boy by the name Kiyoshi smiled and said,"okay, Suzuki Malizuma aka what's-her-name."

She let him go and just smiled happily.

"Well, I must be going. I have to meet my new roomy. See you on campus!" She repiled as she walked across the hall waving back to him.

As Suzuki reached for the door handle of her new room, it turned ever so slowly by it's self. Suzuki pulled her hand back and studied it for a moment. Then, as she reached down again, the door just swung open.

"Wow, did I do that!?" She asked herself, stuned.

"No, I did." Said a voice in front of her.

Suzuki raised her head to find a tall boy standing infront of her. She smiled widely as she watched him give her a weird look. He started to step back into the room, but before he could step back even two feet, she jumped on him. They both feel to the ground with a thud. Suzuki started to giggle as he strained to get up.

"What the hell was that for and who the hell are you!?" The boy asked.

"Why, I'm your new room mate roomy!" Suzuki said cluching to his neck and giggling.[/color]

[Shinmaru]

OOC: I was going to write this post tomorrow, but I'm not feeling that tired at the moment, so I'm writing it right now. Yay!

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[b]September 5th - 2:15 PM (14:15 PM)[/b]

Jessica walked away from the school, a slow grimace forming itself on her face. She figured that since most of the other kids were currently creaming themselves over their living areas there wouldn't be any real classes taking place that day. And since there were no classes taking place, there would be no real need for Jessica to be at school any longer, correct? Correct.

With her hands thrusted firmly in the pockets of her black skirt, Jessica shuffled along the sidewalk, kicking several stray rocks out of her path and being a general menace to any animal that dared cross her path. After a few moments of walking, she made it to the apartment building that she called home, but she did not feel like going home just yet. Her guardian would not be home at the moment, anyway, only her amazingly annoying male roommate. Not that her guardian was much better, but at least she could relate with her on [i]some[/i] level. Men were just impossible, it seemed.

Jessica took a cursory glance around the area and spotted a nice, big tree with a fairly large patch of shade cast underneath it. She strolled over to the shade and curled up under the tree, fully intending to rest only for a moment or so. Her eyes were slightly tired and they could stand a bit of rest. Before Jessica knew it, however, she was more asleep than a group of kids after one of Principal Okari's grand speeches. She slept lightly under the tree for a slight amount of time, at which time she woke up after hearing the rustling of two kids walking through some leaves.

"Oh crap!" one of the kids squealed to his partner in crime. "She's awake!"

"Run for it!" the other child yelled. The two kids turned tail and ran, leaving Jessica pondering just what the hell they were going to do if she had stayed asleep. However, she shrugged it off, got up, dusted off her clothing, and made her way over to her apartment building and up the stairs to her apartment. Jessica knocked lightly on the door and a sing-song female voice answered her knock in reply.

"Who is it?" the voice asked.

"It's me, Jessica!" Jessica yelled. "I'm back from school!"

"That's wonderful," the voice said, and the door opened. Jessica found herself staring at Mitsuko, her legal guardian. Tall, blue-haired and voluptuous, with a pair of glasses that set off the hormones of many a confessed nerd, you never would have guessed that she was a total and complete failure in every single romantic relationship that she had attempted to partake in during her life. "Come right in, I'm going to be making dinner in a few moments!"

Jessica shuddered. Mitsuko's dinners were not a thing you looked forward to, mostly because you had no idea what strange concoction you would be getting. Her dishes could either be amazingly delicious or worse than the most acidic poison in existance. Jessica was about to close the door behind her, when she heard a pleading voice yell at her to keep the door open. Jessica groaned and rolled her eyes; it was a voice that she knew all too well.

"Jeez," her roommate Shinny said disgustedly. "At least you heard me this time!" Shinny wormed his way into the apartment, squeezing his overly skinny frame through the doorway. Once he was safely inside, he ran a quivering hand through his stringy brown hair and sat down on the floor, after removing his shoes. "What are we going to have for dinner, Mitsuko?" Shinny asked.

"I'll keep that a surprise," Mitsuko said with a flirtatious wink, and Jessica rolled her eyes yet again.

"Why I don't move out, I just don't know..." Jessica muttered to herself, finally closing the door behind her.

[b]September 5th - 3:00 PM (15:00 PM)[/b]

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OOC: I'm basically only going to use Mitsuko and Shinny for times when Jessica is at home, and during parent conferences (if there is such a thing at this school, anyway).

[Solo Tremaine]

[b]September 5th, 2:25pm[/b]

[COLOR=#503F86]Sabre carefully laid down the last of his seven cardboard boxes on the sofa of his less-than-what-it-should-have-been-thanks-to-that-annoying-prince-guy flat and tore the duct tape from its lid, showering the room with packaging foam.

"Damn, now I have to hoover again," he muttered to no-one in particular, mainly because there was no-one in particular actually in his room. There never was, but he didn't care. Much. Well, he did, but he didn't care that he didn't care. Except...

He shook his head, trying not to get himself trapped inside a circular argument. Instead he adjusted the packaging foam inside the box and grinned widely at what was sat inside. Its glass surface reflected brightly in the sunlight; beneath its transparent exterior lay a magnificent example of an insomnia cure- a glittering pink poster, plastered with all of the characters from the soap [i]Love/Hate[/i].

Carefully, Sabre lifted it out of its safe bed and held it up in front of him, basking in its awe. He was glad he had a top floor flat- if anyone saw any of his stuff he'd die of embarrassment.

Taking great care not to touch the framed, autographed poster on any bit of furniture, masonry or anything else that might get in the way, he moved the poster into his bedroom and placed it gently on the lovingly-prepared hook on the wall opposite his bed.

He grinned a large, toothy grin and set about tidying up the rest of the mess he'd created in his room. As he reached down behind one of the boxes, his hand brushed past something wet and squishy.

Drawing back in alarm, he tentatively moved the box aside to see one of the things from the buffet table cowering in fear between his sofa cushions, staring back at him with scared, blue eyes.

"Urgh, yuk." Sabre grimaced as the pathetic-looking creature squirmed its way onto the floor and rested against his foot.

"Don't think for a second you're going to get anywhere that way..."

Gently (and very reluctantly), he scooped it up in his hands and left the room, heading all the way downstairs towards the basement.[/COLOR]

[Kei]

[b]Sept. 5, 2:20 PM[/b]

[color=darkblue]Katamaru wandered aimlessly about the campus, becoming accustomed to the surroundings once again. She always did this every year, namely because her horrible sense of direction usually made her late for classes for the first few days of every shool year, but it also gave her the chance to see the landscaping that had been redone before it got vaporized by laser cannons or trampled on by the usual stray chimera or what-have-you.

Kat didn't have much time to enjoy the sights, as she'd spotted a group of Freshman boys tagging along behind her, following every motion of her swaying hips. She sighed and turned to face the group with scornful eyes.

"You got problem? What you all follow me around for?" she said, with more than a touch of annoyance in her voice.

The boys, taken aback slightly by the manner of her speech, looked to one another quizzically. One of them, a short-haired boy with a large mallet strapped to his back eyed her carefully.

"Hey, doesn't she sound like Sham--"

"Never mind who Kat sound like! Answer question!"

The short-haired boy, who apparently promoted himself to leader, walked to the front and came closer to Kat.

"Well, you just seem like the type who'd like to have a lot of...fun, so we were wondering if you'd want to have some fun with us."

It took Kat all the strength she could muster not to totally go off the handle and lose it completely, so she decided to go with the only other solution she could come up with to handle the situation. Beat the crap out of him.

Kat whipped out one of the katanas on her back with impressive speed and changed to one of her favorite battle stances.

"Hiten Mitsurugi-style! Do Ryou Sen!"

A shower of rocks, grass, earth and sun-baked concrete mixed together into a furious wave and hit the boy full force, as well as the boys behind them. All of them went down easily, sustaining plenty of cuts, bruises, and one or two contusions from the assault. Kat walked over to the boy and smiled down at him.

"If that the kind of fun you talking, I be happy to join you."

A low moan came from the boy's comically beaten form, the only form of "no" he could muster.

"Kat no think so. Bye-bye, then."

Replacing the sword back in its sheath, Kat happily continued on her way exploring the grounds.

"Look like this going to be good year!"[/color]